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The way you love me

There’s a song by Faith Hill that I absolutely adore called The Way You Love Me. When Mr H touches me, the way I feel his touch, is something I will never truly be able to describe to him but I wish I could. Here is the video so you can listen/watch it for yourself.

One of the reasons I love this song so much, is that I think it would be cool if Mr H could feel the way he makes me feel. And I think that many of us would wish the same thing. To have the ability to truly know how our partners feel, and for them to feel as you do. I mean I know that he can ‘see’ the effect he has on me. He can ‘see’ my response to his touch but he can’t ‘feel’ it.

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He can’t feel the tingles that flow over my skin in the wake of his hand, or the warmth that floods through my body after his hand strikes the sweet spot on my bottom. He doesn’t know how the orgasms that last, and last, and last feel. He doesn’t know how I feel when my whole body has floated away from the world, when my brain is mush and I can’t hold a coherent thought, or speak. And after, when I feel so relaxed, when my limbs are heavy and I just want to lie in his arms, safe, warm and loved.

I will never be able to explain it properly, and even with the best words and the best imagination, it isn’t the same as actually ‘feeling’ it first hand. And, no matter how I try, I will never know how he feels. This isn’t just a BDSM thing either; its not about the D/s feelings and how a ‘D’ feels compared to a ‘s’, even a switch can’t feel the physical feelings of their partner. It’s more basic than that. Its about that individuality that defines each of us.

I really do wish Mr H could truly know how he makes me feel. When he touches me, he kisses me or just breathes on my body and I shudder. The tingle of anticipation when I don’t know where he is going to touch me. All these feelings can be so overwhelming and yet it’s the best feeling in the world. On the days when we have all the time in the world and no distractions, his touch makes me weak and strong at the same time.

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